#so not only did dracula get punched in the face

[sesamenom]

more of Mae's adventures in Castle Dracula

aka: Maedhros used Punch! It's super effective!

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Shadows Entwined: Part 2

BatmanVsTmnt!Leonardo x sidekick!reader

Part 1 / Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Bonus (18+)

In which both Leo and reader get grilled by their families, because of the "pretty eyes".

Warnings: Spelling, loong.

The reader and the turtles are 19.

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“They call him… The Batman”, Donnie said, reading from his computer screen, causing Leo to break from his starting contest with the wall. He didn’t even remember how he got to staring at the wall. He remembers returning to the abandoned cafe with his brothers, after their meeting with this, Batman and… her. She had said his eyes were pretty. No way she actually meant it. Not with eyes like hers. They were… Leo did not know how to describe them… deep? Colorful? Lively? Filled with emotion-, oh this is how he ended up zoning out in the first place.

Leo was once again pulled out of his thoughts, as Raph started yelling about how stupid it was to use half an hour to google something he could have guessed in seconds.

“I’ve read rumors about a supernatural bat creature in Gotham, but I assumed that he was an urban legend, or that he was a mutant like us”, Donnie said deeply fascinated.

“That guy was definitely human”, Leo finally spoke. “And I think his super natural powers are just his gadgets. Anything about the girl?” Leo could see Raph facepalm out of the corner of his eye.

“Nothing”, Donnie said. “Only stuff about this Batman, or whatever he is”. Why did that pull down on Leo’s mood? No information about her at all?

“We already know what he is!” Mikey was practically dancing at the whiteboard. “He’s awesome!... Unless he’s a bad guy… That would make him… 40% less awesome”. Leo could already tell by the look on Raph’s face that he wanted to punch their little brother all the way back to New York.

“No one knows his motives, but it does appear that he only attacks criminals”, Donnie continued. “Especially this clown guy”.

“So he wears a Dracula costume and punches clowns. Who cares?!”, yelled Raph. “The dirtbag stole my sai!”

“Dracula costume? What kind of Dracula movies have you been watching?”, Donnie muttered.

“Is that why that girl hang around him?!”, Mikey yelled from his whiteboard, jumping with the same enthusiasm he had shown ever since they arrived in Gotham. “He has bitten her and now she is under his control? This city just gets better and better!”

“I don’t think so Mikey. She did say Leo had pretty eyes”, Donnie said. “Hypothetically, I don’t think a human under vampire control would say that. I actually don’t even think vampires in fiction can control people like that…”

Leo already hated this conversation.

“Look all I’m saying is Shredder stole the ooz from TCRI and came to Gotham, we know he’s been working with a new partner, right? It’s gotta be this bat creep and that Leo loving sidekick he has around”, Raph said, exasperated.

Leo remained unmoving with his arms crossed, but the mentioning of the girl made something move in his stomach.

“I’m not so sure”, Leo said. “The way they fought, avoiding lethal blows. They wanted to figure us out. Like a detective".

“She wanted to figure you out”, Raph mumbled, just loud enough for Leo to hear it. Leo would have spoken up, and Mikey not done it first.

“Okay bros. I broke it down”, he said, pointing to his drawings on the whiteboard. “Awesome: Little bat throwing things, cool car, sweet hat, Leo’s first girlfriend. Not awesome: Kicked our butts, may be evil, mean voice, Leo’s first heartbreak”.

“Either way”, Leo broke in, before giving his brothers any chance to add on to Mikey’s whiteboard Batman and sidekick breakdown. “After Wayne Enterprises, we have no idea where the Foot will be next. The Batman is our only lead”.

Donnie nodded. “Whether friend or foe, he and his sidekick was at the scene of the crime. And if you give me a minute, I think I’ve gotten an idea”.

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“I was right outside!” you yelled like a spoiled child, waving your arms in the air, while Batman carefully looked at the magnifying glass in front of him, a sample he had taken from the sai laying in the little glass tray. “I did nothing but watch those metahumans kick Penguin’s butt! I could have helped you!”

“I did not need help”, Batman said, stoic as he always was when wearing that mask. “I had it under control”.

“That blood in your mouth said otherwise”, you sighed leaning against the deck next to you. This man was stubborn and you knew it. It was no use fighting him on his opinions, as it would be a losing battle for anyone except him.

You heard the familiar sound of a grappling against metal, and saw as Batgirl made her way out of the air vent.

“Heard on the scanner that the police took in some of Penguin’s men. Said they were jumped by four crazy frogs. I assume those were my lizard guys”, she said.

“Your lizard guys are strange”, you told Batgirl.

“They are turtles”, Batman said, pressing keys on the computer keyboard. “And the DNA on this weapon suggests they were mutated by an outside agent”.

“Mutant ninja turtles”. You raised a brow. “And me who thought Gotham couldn’t get any stranger”.

“The technology the ninjas have already stolen could be used to refine a mutagen like that”, Batgirl noted. “But why?”

“The cloud-seeder is the last piece of the puzzle. Which is why I had to move it to a secure location outside of Gotham”.

“I really wished you guys brought me in on this!”, Batgirl said. “I mean I saw the monsters first. It’s my case”.

“And pass up the opportunity to watch them swordfight Penguin later in the future? No way! I had front seat tickets!”

“There were too many unknowns. You could have gotten hurt. Both of you”. Batman turned his attention towards you. “You have to be more careful, (Y/N)”.

“What do you mean? I was beating that blue one pretty good”.

“Yet you didn’t notice the red one almost tapped you from the back”.

You felt a movement in your stomach and cold run down your back, yet your face started to feel hot. You did not notice at all. When would that have happened?... How long did you look into those blue eyes? Did the red one see an opening, only for Batman to save you, while you were being engulfed in a mutant turtle’s eyes, not noticing the world around you?

“N- no, I didn’t”.

“No, and you’ll have to work on that before I start calling you for backup”. Feedback from Batman always sounded harsh. And it did make you feel self conscious. But when it came to fighting alongside Batman, it was a matter of life and death. “In the meantime”, Batman continued, before you could dig too deep into your own feelings. “I’ll need to start working on a way to counteract the mutagen”. Batman stood for a moment. “And for that I could use both of your help”.

You could feel a big smile form on your face as Batgirl thanked the man you saw as your father figure. It wasn’t often that he actually asked for your help, or any help at all, making this a rare occasion, forever saved in your memory.

“All though”, Batgirl said as Batman looked closer at the sai he had gotten from the red turtle. “If those creatures left the Penguin's men tied up for the police, maybe I was wrong about them”.

“Maybe”, was all Batman had to say about that.

The drive back to the Batcave from Wayne Enterprise was silent. With you and Batgirl squished together in one seat, while Batman was driving the Batmobile. The silence that was so common when it came to Batman. It was a far cry from the Bruce Wayne that had taken you in as his own daughter. I was as if the moment he took the mask on, he became a different person. Not less loving than the Bruce Wayne you had given the title father, but less expressive and harder to read.

“Pretty eyes?”, Batman said, finally breaking the silence. Batgirl looked at you in confusion.

“It caught him off guard didn’t it? I’ll say it worked”, you said, playing with a smile on your lips. The bat stayed silent. You knew that silence. It was not an approving silence. You tried playing it off, talking about something else. “Did you notice how easily excited the orange one got? And how mad that red one was? They kind of remind me of Robin-”.

“Your brother is not comparable to a bunch of ninja turtles”.

“Well you might think that”, you mumbled, thinking of your pestilence of an adopted brother, that often caused chaos in your daily life, by sneaking around Wayne Manor. “He does look a little like them”.

Batgirl turned to Batman. “Care to explain?”

Batman sighed. “(H/N) and the blue mutant had a moment where she told him he had pretty eyes”.

“A moment?”, Batgirl asked, slightly shocked.

“A stare down”, you said, feeling your cheeks getting hot.

“A moment”, Batman corrected. “Even his attacks became softer after she told him”.

“No they didn’t!”

“They did. And so did yours”.

With your cheeks on fire, you crossed your arms and leaned back into the seat you shared with Batgirl. The amused smile she was trying to hide, made you wish the Batmobile would swallow you on the spot.

Why did that damn turtle have to have such pretty eyes?

[vickyvicarious]

OKAY, SO. Today's episode is one I've been looking forward to, and it definitely lived up to expectations. I absolutely adored how you can hear Jonathan at the end of his rope, all restraint fraying away. The rage in his voice when he wishes for a weapon "that I might destroy him" - not even 'kill', but 'destroy'. Partially that may be that he realizes Dracula is already 'dead', but even so that is some evocative violent word choice!

Speaking of Dracula, what an incredible performance today. I absolutely loved so many line deliveries. Something about his voice a little softer as he says "my carriage shall come for you," even though it's obviously a lie. Jonathan absolutely cannot stand his lies any longer - the way he spits out "Phh, sincerity!" is amazing. His voice as he's asking to go is so intense, so sharp and insistent but also pleading all the while, you can hear the anger and the fear. But Dracula is return is just so smooth, really really gets across that charm Jonathan is so suspicious of today. Soft, smooth, diabolical. The way Dracula stops to laugh after saying, "speed the parting guest, eh?" SO EVIL OF HIM. And the way he fuckin' mocks everything Jonathan has been through for the past two months, mocks the game he has forced him to play all this time, when he says "sad am I at your going, and that you so suddenly desire it." The sarcasm in those two words is astounding. I WANNA PUNCH HIM IN HIS STUPID EVIL FACE. Incredible. Absolutely top-tier performance.

The SFX were so good too, I absolutely loved how long the chains and such at the door went on, really drawing home how securely it has been shut all this time. And it gets even better because the length of it repeating as Dracula shuts the door again feels so final. Not to mention the wolves: I was loving the snarl of a few of them as Jonathan says they got angrier. The way Jonathan lingered/emphasized just slightly on "their red jaws" - similar to, but not as much as he did for Dracula and the vampire ladies, just enough to really cement the parallel but also show their fear doesn't come with the same kind of fascination.

And Jonathan realizes he will die here. He is too afraid to willingly walk into it. He feels so utterly defeated by this realization; he'd thought he was ready. He'd thought he had nothing left to lose, has already risked death in his last exploration, knows he does not want to allow Dracula and the vampire ladies to kill him at any cost, but... when faced with this certain death (which he witnessed only a few days ago) he can't do it. And it feels like a moral defeat as much as, more than any disappointment at a failed escape. He is absolutely miserable and you can hear it so well in his voice. He literally has to hide his face. He cannot bear to speak to Dracula again, just accepts the escort back to his room in miserable silence. It's agonizing.

And then Dracula smiles, and kisses his hand to Jonathan.

The defeat is so complete and so horrible. And then salt is ground into the wound with the conversation Jonathan overhears outside his doorway. The laughter. All four of them laughing at him. It's an almost childishly blatant type of cruelty for the vampire women to stick around until he sees them and then continue to laugh right in his face before running away - they can vanish into dust! They are choosing to scamper off like this because it feels more fun to them! It's awful and the voice acting is absolutely marvelous.

[lauralot89]

My dear, it never rains but it pours. How true the old proverbs are. Here am I, who shall be twenty in September, and yet I never had a proposal till to-day, not a real proposal, and to-day I have had three. Just fancy! THREE proposals in one day!

I mean I know the focus here is that she had three proposals in one day, because that is indeed nuts, but I'm over here astral projecting at "yet I never had a proposal till to-day." It gives the impression of Lucy pacing around her house all annoyed, thinking "surely someone's going to come by and propose today."

But, for goodness' sake, don't tell any of the girls, or they would be getting all sorts of extravagant ideas and imagining themselves injured and slighted if in their very first day at home they did not get six at least.

Amazing.

Dr. John Seward, the lunatic-asylum man, with the strong jaw and the good forehead.

you never heard anyone talk about good foreheads anymore, do you

Also I'm going to start introducing myself as The Lunatic-Asylum Man and see what happens

he looked very strong and very grave as he took both my hands in his and said he hoped I would be happy, and that if I ever wanted a friend I must count him one of my best.

I cannot put in words how happy my aroace ass is that Bram Stoker understands The Power of Friendship and the validity of platonic relationships

I sympathise with poor Desdemona when she had such a dangerous stream poured in her ear, even by a black man.

I'm just reading this book having a wonderful time and then I get punched in the face with the remembrance that it was written by a white guy in the 1890s who was somehow so progressive in his views of women, trauma, and mental illness, and so not progressive in LITERALLY EVERYTHING ELSE

but he found out that it amused me to hear him talk American slang, and whenever I was present, and there was no one to be shocked, he said such funny things.

Quincey is the ideal man and I do not take debate

Miss Lucy, I know I ain't good enough to regulate the fixin's of your little shoes

I need to find a Dracula audio book, preferably read by a Brit, just to hear how this sounds

I know, Mina, you will think me a horrid flirt—though I couldn't help feeling a sort of exultation that he was number two in one day

honey, three dudes asked for your hand in marriage, you can feel as exulted as you want

Lucy is the ideal woman and I do not take debate

Why can't they let a girl marry three men, or as many as want her, and save all this trouble? But this is heresy, and I must not say it.

LET HER SPEAK

My dear, I'm going to have a pretty lonely walk between this and Kingdom Come.

Well, OW

It'll be something to keep off the darkness now and then.

Again, OW.

She put the third proposal in a PS, I love her

I am very, very happy, and I don't know what I have done to deserve it. I must only try in the future to show that I am not ungrateful to God for all His goodness to me in sending to me such a lover, such a husband, and such a friend.

why must this story hurt me in this way

[eusuntgratie]

💜 marco x elliott ?

💜 surprise kiss / impulsive kiss

thank you for the prompt! i'm still chugging through these slowly.

happy spooky season everyone 🦇🎃👻

read on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/59602864

Marco watches the quiet, new kid lurk in the dark corners of the room, mouth occasionally pinching like he’s biting off the bitchy comments he wants to make but has no one to share with.

He’s here playing the Halloween Dance, trying not to watch Elle, who looks fucking adorable dressed as a ghostbuster but who also has a shitty college boyfriend who doesn’t deserve her. She’d flirted when she saw him, like always, and then pushed him away when he got too close, like always.

He gets back on stage to sing and play another set of pop favorites and vaguely Halloween-adjacent songs. He doesn’t watch Elle dance with Lee or get in a fight with his girlfriend or do whatever the hell else she’s doing. It��s surprisingly easy not to watch her, actually, once the shaggy haired boy looks up from his punch and locks eyes with Marco.

He almost fucks up a line but recovers quickly, feeling the heat of the boy’s stare. His gaze is intense and he looks like he’s up to something. Marco wants to find out what.

On his next break, he heads straight to the corner he’d last seen him. The boy isn’t there, so he starts a slow lap of the room, eventually finding him in another dark corner. He notes with a smile that there’s a better view of the stage from here.

“Did you like the music?” Marco asks.

The boy’s mouth curls into a smirk. Marco gets a little distracted by his lips. He wants to press his thumb into his full bottom lip, pull it free from his tooth and see how soft it is.

“It was alright. Not really my genre, I guess.”

“What about the lead guitarist? Is he your genre?”

That makes the boy laugh, and Marco wants to study the way it changes his face. Wants to make him do it again.

“Maybe.”

“I’m Marco,” he offers, taking a step closer. “No costume for me since I’m singing. What’s your excuse?”

The boy smiles, a little one, like he’s trying to fight it. He raises an eyebrow at Marco and peels back his jacket to reveal a ‘Hello my name is’ sticker stuck to the shirt underneath. It reads ‘GOD.’

“It would be better if had a Joan of Arc with me. Really sell it. You’d look good in chainmail.”

“Next time,” Marco offers. “What’s your name?”

“Elliot.”

“Dance with me?”

Elliot rolls his eyes but lets Marco pull him onto the dance floor and wrap his arms around him. They sway together, and Marco pulls Elliot just a little bit closer, enjoying the warmth of his body under his hands and brushing up against his front.

He doesn’t mean to kiss him, really, it’s just that Elliot looks up at him with wide eyes and chews on his lip again and this time Marco can’t help but reach out to pull it free, and then soothe the spot with his mouth.

Elliot’s lips are soft and he melts under Marco’s touch, swaying into him when Marco pulls him in close with a hand at the small of his back. Elliot tastes like cigarettes and too-sweet punch and Marco wants to kiss him all night. “I’ve got a couple more sets to play,” he pants when he finally drags himself away from Elliot’s mouth. “Wait for me?”

Elliot rolls his eyes, but he smiles like he can’t help it when Marco winks at him from on stage and serenades him with ‘Batman, Wolfman, Frankenstein or Dracula.’

The bassist misses a note when he changes the words a little, but it’s worth it to see Elliot’s face when he sings, “when I hold him, he’s like a dream, if only he can hear somebody scream.”

[darkfuckademia]

Date Night with a Vampire

Vampires needed permission to enter, and Dracula was doing his very best to earn an invitation. The Big Bad himself, the vampire of all vampires, was on his knees on my welcome mat proving that real fangs did not leave people tongue-tied the way fake Halloween ones did. The heavy silver ring on my finger (just in case) was biting into my lip where I had my hand clamped over my mouth to muffle any of my moans from disturbing the neighbors. I was very aware that despite how late it was, anyone on my floor could turn the corner at any moment and see me pressed up against my door with my leg hooked over Dracula’s shoulder, but it wasn’t enough to make me stop him. It wasn’t every day you got a guy with centuries of experience between your legs—I wasn’t about to waste this opportunity.

Long pale fingers slid over the front of my red dress, up my belly to rest on my chest, just slightly to the left. The other hand gripping my thigh dug in hard enough to leave a bruise as he groaned into my pussy. Oh. My heartbeat. I would’ve said something, would’ve made sure this was the only part of me he wanted to eat since I definitely wasn’t a blood-donation-on-a-first-date kind of girl, but there was something slick and unfamiliar coating his tongue that stole all of my common sense. Dracula had explained it over (my) dinner, how vampires stayed a secret, how they healed the puncture wounds of their fangs with a special protein-rich venom on their tongues. How it made the feeding process not completely horrifying and uncomfortable. A gentle, temporary high, he’d said.

It did not feel gentle on my clit.

As he toyed with it, rolling it around with the tip of his coated tongue, lapping at the hyper-sensitive underside, I fought off a fourth orgasm in a shockingly short amount of time. I was going to die. He was trying to kill me. The only reason I was even upright was because of his pale hands and his inhumanly strong shoulders holding me up. His tongue was slippery like good lube, soft like new silicone, fizzy like soda, and I was going to die. Was this how undeath happened? Pleasure that transcended mortality? I didn’t want to live forever but god, did I want to feel this way for eternity.

Dracula hummed, his spread fingers flexing over my heart, and I could tell I was in for it. I gripped the back of that hand for some kind of support and tried to breathe, tried to stay calm, tried not to lose–

The fangs that had been clamped on either side of my clit pulled back, allowing all the blood he’d been summoning with his mouth to rush in. It was so acute, so perfectly on the edge of pain and pleasure as if he’d found a way to mimic the line he straddled between life and death, that I came harder than I ever had in my life. The orgasm was like a punch to the gut, driving all the air out of me with one barely-muffled shriek. My hips writhed and shook, the orgasm drawn out by the gentle, dizzy strokes of his tongue. My legs gave out and this time he let me slide down the door and collapse into his lap. 

Dracula chuckled as I shook in his arms, still coming without any stimulation. My muscles cramped and tears slid down my face, dripping onto my fingers still covering my mouth. Cool fingers plucked them away as an equally cool forehead pressed to mine. The less-than-human temp had turned me off at first when he’d taken my hand on the walk back to my apartment, but now it was relief against my fevered skin. Orgasming four times in a leather trench coat and matching thigh-high boots was like getting fucked in a boiler room. I struggled out of my coat with clumsy hands and wrapped my noodly body around him to cool me off. 

His kiss was strange with the fangs but not unpleasant. When he slipped his tongue between my lips, I sucked on it in gratitude for the pleasure it’d just given me until he groaned against my mouth. The slightly unearthly sound of it shivered through my body, probably some sort of survival instinct that I was too stupid to listen to. I wanted to hear more. I wanted his pleasure. I wanted to drive such a powerful creature to the brink. 

“Inside,” I gasped against his mouth, unsure if I meant my apartment or my body. “I want you inside.”

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[muder-boner]

MY OC IF SHE WAS IN SALLY FACE

tw mentions of getting high , nightmares , fighting

Summary of my oc': Her name is Riri /its not me lol just same name !! She normally lives in a zombie apocalypse, erm i wont go in detail her life is so disturbing

so in sf, shes a teen again, and her mother is alive, when her and her sister , and moher left the abusive home and ran away from her father they moved in The Adisson Apartments /idk if spelled right and uhm yeah idk, here are some hc

When Riri first met Sal, she already knew him , but that still didnt make her any less cold.

''Uh, youre Riri, right? I heard youre new here.'' Sal asks. Riri squints her eyes. ''Ah, youre Larrys friend?.'' She looks around and nods when she notices Larry nearby. ''Sup dude.''She turns to Sal. ''You need anything?'' Sal shakes his head. ''I just wanted to introduce myself, im Sal, my friends call me Sally Face.'' Riri looks around. ''Erm, oki.''

After that when they hung out at Riris place, Sal brought Gizmo over, little did he know Riri had two cats, white cat named Angel, and black cat named Dracula, the three cats played together , while Sal looked around Riris room for hour since she has so much stuff in there.

After like a month of being friends, Riri got introduced to the friend group, she instantly became friends with Ashley, bur she kinda just was there everytime they hanged out, not much of a talker.

Sal was confused how Riri knew Larry, so when he asked her she explained that Larry caught her smoking on the rooftop, they proceeded to get high on casual Fridays, just smoke buddies.

Lisa and Riris mother are bestfriends.

Riri appered in Larrys and Travis' nightmares cause they both saw Riri in a fight with one of Lizzies / her younger sister / bully, they still havent recovered

Sal could hear Riri yell at Lizzie at 3 am from downstairs over some food.

Riri likes to study human anatomy and animal anatomy with Todd, only reason she likes to be around him.

She relates to Travis so she tries to help him, not knowing how to comfort him yet she gets called a cunt by him so she punched his nose, shes too embarrased to say sorry so she didnt show up tp school for 3 days.

She once got high with a teacher, nobody knows.

Riris mother hates when Riri smokes in her room but cant help smoke with her

Her younger sister, Lizzie LOVES Larry, she sees him like an older brother,

one time Riri came home to see Lizzie paint Larrys nails pink and play with glitter ponies together. She still has a picture of Larry like that on her wall.

Larry was suprised Lizzie knows so many swear words, so they had a contest of who know the most swear words.

OKI THATS KINDA IT I HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING THESE, I MIGHT DRAW RIRI AND LIZZIE SO U COULD SEE HOW THEY LOOK LIKE !! I HOPE U LIKE THESWE

[nosilhovette]

❀ *◦ christian yu. demiboy. he/they. pansexual panromantic. ⇝ hey, isn’t that lee "bastian" sebastian ( nickname: erebus )? i think that the thirty year old from melbourne, australia works as owner of wrench it, cashier at dracula's coffin club, and member of the bastards, but outside of that people describe them as a symphony in an empty ballroom, bruises colouring your knuckles in blue and purple, taking a punch with a grin, scattered shards of a broken mirror, an aura of black following your every move, tenderness buried under the rubble. i hear they are capricious & cunning, but they are also known to be resolute & sharp-witted. consider giving them a visit at their home in kingpin trailer park, and get to know why they’re called the serpent. stats / pinterest

disclaimer: most, but not all, of the gifs found on this blog are mine, made from scratch. please do not save, repost, use or claim as your own.

BASICS

full name: lee sebastian

age: 30 years old

date of birth: march 22, 1994

hometown: melbourne, australia

gender: demiboy

pronouns: he/they

sexuality: pansexual/panromantic

occupation: owner of wrench it, cashier at dracula's coffin club

spoken languages: korean, english, american sign language

parents: unknown

siblings: unknown

BACKGROUND

TWS for implied abuse, mental illness, religion & substance abuse

sebastian's story begins in melbourne, australia, born at exactly 3:33 am ... to two extremely devout catholics. their child being born at ( in their beliefs ) a time that symbolized satanism brought great unrest, which would in turn be the very reason they abandoned him just years later. convinced that their son was possessed by the evil entity, or was the devil himself, when in actuality he was just a child who needed to be nurtured, their love turned to hate.

having gone so far as to have him exorcised, it was only a matter of time before they abandoned him, only six years old at the time. dissociative amnesia caused the more traumatic memories and their aftermaths to be lost in the depths of his mind; when he came back, he was in a ward of the foster care system. the life of torment he lived was over, but he couldn't escape the ghosts of it that haunted him, a permanent reminder burned onto his skin in the shape of a crucifix.

they called this child who'd forgotten his own name ezra, which was what he went by from that point on. the rest of his upbringing was spent in the foster care system, relocated more times than he could keep track of, never finding a place to call home, or a family to call his own.

harbouring a reputation, most of his peers thought of him in the same way his parents did. he wasn't an outgoing or obedient child, and his tendency to get into trouble only got worse in his teenage years. the black sheep of each home and social circle, sebastian's life was spent almost entirely alone; his only companion being the stray kitten that wandered the premises.

inevitably aging out of foster care, sebastian was faced with many more challenges. without any guidance or resources, he ended up in sydney with the feline, homeless for some time before getting recruited into a gang. there was much better company to be in, but it got him off of the streets and gave him some sort of purpose. he was, however, a snake in the grass. after a year of doing the dirty work and being shoved around, he sold the gang out, discreetly running off with the funds and taking off to seoul, south korea.

having changed his name before setting off, lee sebastian was finally born, and his life could finally begin. in time, he'd be swooped into the music industry, where he was finally thought of as something other than damned. the group achieved great success, and during this period, he began to explore his gender identity, ultimately discovering himself to be a demiboy, identifying as such going forward.

the waters grew rough late 2016, when symptoms of his very neglected mental health worsened. he began stray from the path and taint his idol image ( a concept that he hated ) – the life wasn't as perfect as it seemed. past habits returned, and substance abuse became a coping mechanism when times were especially tough. soon enough, he'd find himself back in the pits of hell.

bastian's inevitable departure from the industry was explosive and def left a mark. leaving the members behind, just as what had been done with the gang all those years ago ( except staying in touch this time ), bastian all but disappeared as he relocated to anchorage, alaska. while many didn't take what he accused the label of seriously, it came just 6 months before its shut down, following the situation with nikolai's group in 2017.

eventually finding a new place of belonging, bastian became a member of the bastards; the second gang he'd be a part of, but it was far less bullshit he'd have to put up with than the former. anchorage came to be his home, as fucked up and shrouded in mystery as it was, and this time, he wouldn't run away.

HEADCANONS

bastian still struggles with episodes of memory gaps and disassociation, and is diagnosed with a dissociative disorder that he does seek therapy / take medication for, as well as for his personality disorder.

even though he ditched the industry a long time ago, he still makes music of his own today as a creative outlet and is professionally known as bash, though he's more off the radar these days with a smaller but devoted fanbase.

was in a long-term relationship (with some off and on's) with nikolai up until recently. even though they're just friends now, he'll always be his first priority.

personality wise, may come across as cold and unwelcoming at first ( resting bitch face and being covered in tattoos probably doesn't help this ), but below that iciness is just a fucking dork. a grumpy but loveable one. he means well!!! generally speaking, he is easy enough to get along with if you don't mind that he's brutally honest and a little rough around the edges

he is notttt a patient person by any means. impatience is probably one of his biggest flaws, along with impulsivity which gets him in fucked up situations; they don't have time for any bullshit. the type of person to just walk away in the middle of a conversation if it's deemed a waste of time. also has a short fuse. sometimes u just gotta be like let's get u to bed grandpa FDHGJFDH

as a result of trauma, he has one white blind eye.

still has the cat from when he aged out of the foster system!!! she is 11 years old now and is a lil seal point siamese named danbi. loves her to death. has another siamese mix, a 4 year old named Jimothy that was adopted with nikolai – they coparent him. also has a black german shepherd named loki!!!

just another #mess added to the roster tbh. we love him

[talon-the-hawk]

Even MORE Incorrect D19 Quotes

Valeri : Whoa, Alexandru, what’s up with that angry face? Alexandru: Valentin won’t stop talking about how “Ancient Egyptians were furries”. Valentin: But they were! Just looks at all their gods- Alexandru: Oh my god, SHUT UP!

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Alexandru: Do you guys ever have a civilized conversation that doesn't require insulting each other every time you get a chance? Valentin: No. Valeri : No. Alexandru: Didn't think so.

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(During DARKWOODS)

Tim: I’m a reverse necromancer! Larissa: Isn’t that just- Jamie: No. Shut up. Shut the fuck up. You are literally so fucking unfunny that it hurts. It physically hurts my body knowing that people still think murder is funny. I cant believe im saying this but do you guys know how chronically online you all are, thinking that saying “oOh iM a rEVeRsE nECrOmANcER i LOvE tO kiLL pEOpLe” is genuinely funny and will get everyone in the room shitting themselves from laughter?? cause its not. It’s fucking not. In fact, its the unfunniest fucking joke ever. Not just any joke about killing people. This one specifically. Its so unfunny and stupid. Nobody is fucking laughing at that, Tim. It makes you look like a greasy emo kid who has never been outside once in their life and uses tumblr religiously. Like not even the funny side of tumblr. the fucking unfunny side filled with overused jokes about murder and illegal acts. Honestly, youre so unfunny, Tim. Fuck you.

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Jamie: Do you think different paints have different tastes? Larissa: They do. Kate: ...Why did you say that with such certainty?

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Jamie: I reserve the right to judge a movie based on when it was made, thank you very much. Kate: You consider anything made before 2000 old and bad. Jamie: And I reserve that right! After all.... Jamie: I bet you wouldn’t like the average movie made in 1879! Kate: There were no movies made in 1879. Jamie: *slams table* WRONG! There was ONE movie made in 1879! The first movie! A zoopraxioscope of a horse galloping! Matt: Oooh! Let’s go ask Valentin if he saw it in theatres!

(Yes, he did in fact see it in theatres-)

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Kate: I didn’t know that air fryers are a real thing. Used to think that they were made up by the internet as a funny joke and that their purpose was to “fry air”. Larissa: WAIT, BUT IT FRIES THE AIR TO FRY THE FOOD?? Kate: I DIDN’T KNOW IT WAS A KITCHEN APPLIANCE, MY FIRST ASSUMPTION WAS SOMETHING AKIN TO AN AIR CONDITIONER! Matt: IT’S NOT LIKE AN AIR CONDITIONER???? Jamie: You guys clearly don’t own an air fryer.

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Kate, spraying a melted cutting board with a tiny water gun: We gotta cool this bitch down. Cool it down. Jamie: I actually just put the cutting board in the oven... Larissa, visibly confused: Okay, so they decided to put the cutting board in the oven? Kate, spraying Jamie: You FUCKING DUMBASS! Jamie: Dude, I forgot- Kate: OH MY FUCKING GOD! We're trying to make Chicken Alfredo right now, and you fucking MELT the cutting board in the oven at 400 DEGREES FAHRENHEIT!? Valentin: *Watching in complete confusion while trying to process this whole situation.*

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Valentin: We might have gotten into a bar room brawl back in the city. Dracula: Well, that was entirely predictable. Valentin: One of them punched a gang member. Dracula: Valeri? Valentin: Alexandru, actually. Dracula: Oh, that was going to be my second guess.

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Kate: What’s the announcement, Matt? Matt: It’s a lecture. Jamie’s gonna tell us everything they know about sex. Larissa: It should be an enjoyable 60 seconds.

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Valeri: I still don’t have a New Year’s resolution. Alexandru: You could lose a few. Dracula: You could be less lazy. Valentin: Don’t be such a bitch. Valeri: Okay DAMN, SHIT.

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Jamie: THEY COME SEASONALLY! Jamie: THEY COME EVERY YEAR! Kate: What- Larissa, are they drunk again- Jamie: IT DOESN’T MATTER WHERE I GO! Jamie: WHAT DOES IT MEAN? Larissa: What does WHAT mean? Matt, who is the only one who knows what Valentin is talking about: I mean, when you found one in the bathroom- Kate: WHAT THE FUCK DID JAMIE FIND IN THE BATHROOM? Jamie: I’M TELLING YOU LIKE- LIKE IN THE SWIMMING POOL- Jamie: IN L.A. Jamie: EVERYWHERE I GO, THE DUCKS COME TO ME! Kate and Larissa : Oh, for fuCKS SAKE Jamie-

[i-rove-rock-n-roll]

Drake meets a cowboy (my first pbj event!)

“You'd think that such a large city like New York would make it easy to stalk prey.”

“What?” asked the man at the bar, confused.

“You also wouldn't believe how many times I've gotten maced.” The vampire shook his head. “One lady even had a pair of brass knuckles.” The vampire continued. “She punched me in the face. How am I supposed to strike fear in people’s hearts with a missing fang?”

The man at the bar inched away slowly. The vampire huffed and turned back to his drink, sulking.

“I’ll have a beer. And get him another of whatever he’s drinking.” A man in a cowboy hat shambled up beside the vampire.

“A bit early for comic con, isn’t it? Who’re you supposed to be? John Wayne?”

“Very funny.” The cowboy took his beer bottle, toasting silently with his new companion. “And you’re, what? Twilight sparkle?”

“That’s a horse.” The vampire said mildly.

“Technically, she’s an allicorn.” The cowboy replied, without a hint of embarrassment. “My daughter is a fan.” He took a drink.

“I’m a vampire. And no I don’t sparkle.”

“And I’m a cowboy. We clear that up yet?”

“That can’t be your profession.”

“Why not?” The cowboy asked, curious.

“Well we’re in the city for starters. No cows here.” The vampire said.

“”Ah.” Said the cowboy. “Well cowboys don’t always herd cows you know? Cattle herding is actually my side job.”

“And your main job is?”

The cowboy smiled. He finished his beer. “Monster hunting.”

“Ah.” Said the vampire. “That would be a problem wouldn’t it.”

The cowboy ordered another beer. “As I recollect it was a cowboy that killed your vampire daddy..”

“Never say that again. “

“Hit a sore spot did I?”

“No, I just never want to hear the words vampire daddy In the same sentence again. “ the vampire said. “And Dracula was more than my sire.” He flashed a cold, fanged smile at the cowboy. “He was my birth father as well.”

“How does that work?” Asked the cowboy.

“When a mommy vampire and a daddy vampire love each other very much—“

“I’ve heard enough.” He paused. “I thought you said you never wanted to hear that phrase again.”

“Only I’m allowed to use it.” The vampire sighed. He drained the last of his drink. “So what now? Do we do this right here? Right now? Destroying the bar and racking up witnesses?”

“Please don’t.” Said the man behind the bar. “I have a family.”

The vampire gave the cowboy a look as if to say ‘see?’ The cowboy sighed.

“I’m not going to kill you. Wasn’t planning on it.”

“Now that’s a lie.”

“Ok so i lied.” The cowboy admitted. “Haven’t you ever changed your mind before?”

“What did it? My good looks? My stunning personality?”

“The fact that you’re drinking a strawberry daiquiri with a curly straw and a little umbrella. You obviously aren’t the monster that’s been hunting in this town.”

The vampire was impressed. “You got all that from a strawberry daquiri?”

“Actually I got it from the airplane ticket you dropped on your way in here.” The cowboy said. “You just got in an hour ago.”

“I was on vacation. Sue me.” The cowboy raised an eyebrow. “Okay don’t actually sue me.” The vampire said. “I like Hawaii. They have coconuts.”

“You can buy coconuts at the grocery store.”

“The ones in Hawaii taste better.”

The cowboy sighed again. “Are you in, or not?”

“You really are lacking in manners, you know.” The vampire tsked. “You haven’t introducers yourself, you threaten to kill me, and now you want me to join you on, what? Some poorly explained suicide mission?”

The cowboy’s cheeks reddened and he ducked his head, hiding his eyes. “I bought you a drink, didn’t I?”

The vampire clicked his tongue. “Ulterior motives. I’m interested.” The cowboy hesitated. “Go on.”

The cowboy pulled a pencil out of his pocket, and scribbled on the bar napkin. “Meet me at this address.” He said. “Tomorrow. There’s too many ears here.”

The vampire looked at the napkin, then looked up and around. The bar was nearly empty, save for an old man in the corner and a young couple a few chairs down. He tucked the napkin away. With a grim, if dramatic nod, the cowboy turned and left the bar. The vampire ordered a daquiri for the road and left a tip. Maybe he should’ve stayed in Miami.

[ofgentleresolve]

@wellfell sent in: drenched in sunlight , waves are peacefully brushing over the soft sand . she hates sunlight with the same passion she's been hating momoko since middle school . her beach party was loud , unlike what they thought of her , akina wasn't keen to exist in crowded places like these but at least she looked good . under the shade , sipping her cool berry juice with her pink sunglasses on . pissed , bored , and exceptionally aware of the fact that her old friends hasn't forgotten about the scandals that had her name on it . . . all went smooth until lamon approached her — she was peacefully brooding and glaring at the sea until he sat beneath the cool shadow of the shade beside her . and smiled a little . ❛ did momoko got tired of eyeing me and send you to check on me ? if she keeps calling me miss dracula i will break her jaw . go tell her that . ❜ of course momoko didn't send him , lamon doesn't listen to anyone . she didn't even know with such thick walls of ice between him and his friends , why exactly he appeared . maybe the same reason she did , to see him .

Here’s how life goes: it happens and then expects you to act like it never did. Is that how they think he should act? What, with the way they disappeared into thin air in the aftermath of the accident, only to reappear two years later with some kind of squeal like ‘oh my god, I haven’t seen you in like forever, how have you been my guy?’. Those were the same people who didn’t even bother to visit him in the hospital, let alone send a text. And now they come crawling back like nothing ever happened? Like he’s still the same shadow from two years ago, the naive lamb who would take everything said to him at face value.

Yeah right.

Momoko’s beach party sounded like a drag, from the very beginning. For one thing, the more Co*caine Don*nald’s new roommate talked about, the less it sounded like a meetup so much as a frat party, but copy-and-pasted onto a beach. Why would he go when his roommate already drags him to the beach ( in the middle of the night too- some would say it’s sketchy, but again, who cares, it’s four in the morning, no one should be giving a shit at this time ) anyways? This is just the same, except now he has to put sunblock on if he doesn’t want to burned.

But he’s here anyway, half-tuned out to whatever the hell Momoko and the others are saying. The only reason he knows her is because she was friends with Robin back in the day. ‘Was friends’ because he’s pretty sure she’s not taking the time to go see her up north. He has a red solo cup holding some mysterious blue liquid, which he has no intention on finishing. It’s easy to see how strong the punch is just by the sheer amount of time it took for people to get plastered. Why did he change his mind again?

“Why would she ask me that? She can do her own bidding.” That and if she did ask Lam that, he’d cuss her out instead. At the very least he’d say if she’s so intent on harassing someone she invited, she damn well better have the guts to do it herself. He takes the seat next to the only tolerable person at this party. If the others are busy getting smashed, heating up as hot as the summer sun shining down on them, then Akina is the SEA BREEZE. 

( The wind, day or night, has always been his favorite part of the beach. )

“If you’re Count Dracula, then she can be a WEREWOLF- loud and furry.” Which would be fitting for her, he doesn’t add. Knees brush against Akina’s bare ones. In all technicalities, she doesn’t have to be here either, doesn’t have to hang around these people who smile to her face but give back-handed comments behind her back. 

So why did she go?

( He could ask himself the same question, really. When a mutual friend mentioned that Akina would also be invited, he looked up from his phone for a long moment- she always does that to him, making him stop what he’s doing and listen. He has her number so he could’ve asked her point blank if she would be going. That would be the easiest way to know and to see her.

But then again, for all the times they could be direct with each other, they…aren’t. And besides, if they can just keep ‘meeting up by circumstance’ then it’s all the more convenient, isn’t it? People will talk either way. )

He motions towards the water and the shoreline that stretches in parallel. “...Wanna ditch? They won’t notice if we’re gone for a while.”

[serial-serializednovelreader]

Ok but this is super sweet!! I love this concept so much!! Here’s a snippet:

“Just one more time, dada!”

Jonathan rubbed his sleep-deprived eyes, smiling. It was 2 a.m. and Quincey still hadn’t drifted off to the land of dreams yet. From his extensive research, he knew toddlers had strange sleeping patterns. Some days, he would go to sleep at 10 p.m. on the dot.

Today was not one of those days.

“Very well then, but I’m only telling you up until I get to the castle. Then it’s off to sleep with you. Deal?”

Quincey’s eyes brightened in the moonlight, “Ya dada!” He giggled and it melted any annoyance Jonathan had at being kept awake away completely (which, to be fair, was very little to begin it with). After all, how could he resist his son’s adorable face?

He stood up from where he was sitting on Quincey’s bed to pull out the journal from the harrowing journey to Transylvania all those years ago. They kept it on his son’s bedroom bookshelf — along with the other records from their journey (including a phonograph with Seward’s recordings) — after Quincey had asked why his father’s hair was so white. Jonathan had tried to keep it short, but with Seward and Van Helsing there as well, they had ended up telling him the entire story. Ever since that day, he had asked to hear it almost nonstop.

Jonathan sometimes wished he would grow out of this phase, mostly for his own peace of mind. If it was up to him, they would never talk about that experience again. Remember it, sure (how could he forget it, after all?). But tell it to his son as if it were a fairytale? He couldn’t see why Quincey saw it as such an interesting story. His friends had died in front of him because of a blood-sucking parasite and he almost couldn’t stop it from happening to the one he loved most. If that had happened—

He shook those thoughts off. However he felt about it personally, he couldn’t deny Quincey anything. If he wanted to hear the story, he would tell it as many times as he wished. Besides, it was fun to see him punch an imaginary Dracula for hurting his mama and whenever they were able to have Seward and Van Helsing retell the story with them, it was full of funny voices and silly songs just to make Quincey laugh.

“Dada, pleeeeeeeaaassseee!!!!” Quincey’s lower lip wobbled and his doe brown eyes glistened.

“I’m sorry, dear, I got lost in thought.” Jonathan sat back down on the bed and opened the journal, which made more of a cracking sound than usual. He looked down at it and winced a little. It was worn with the amount of retellings. He might have to ask Mina if it was time to start rewriting it in a new journal before this one feel apart entirely.

As if he summoned her, warm arms wrapped around his chest and he felt a kiss get pressed to the top of his head. Even after all these years, butterflies were released in his stomach as if they were newlyweds.

“Didn’t I order you to go to sleep two hours ago, my love?” He hummed, holding the hands that pressed into his chest.

She kept her face pressed into his hair, stifling a laugh, “Jonathan, dear, the day you ‘order’ me to do anything is the day I’m crowned the Queen of England. You did strongly suggest it, but I missed you too much.”

He blushed a little at this and reached back to cup her cheek while staring into her eyes, “I’ll be in soon, I promise, Mina. I’m just trying to help Quincey sleep.”

She smiled, “The story again?”

“Yes.”

“Mama! Stay!” Quincey, now seeing his mother, grew more excited thinking that would entitle him to more of the story.

“Quincey, your mother needs her rest. She can help tell the story tomorrow morning.”

Mina sat next to him on the bed and kissed his cheek, “Oh, Jonathan, don’t be that way. I’m fine.” She reached over to ruffle her son’s hair, “Just for a little while, alright?”

The toddler clapped his hands in agreement. Jonathan shook his head with a rueful smile, “You’re spoiling him, you know?”

Mina grinned, “So do you. I saw you give him that extra cookie after I said he could only have one.”

“Well according to my research, a growing child needs a certain amount of food in a day and—“

“No, Jonathan, he looked at you with a sad face and you love him more than anything.”

His face flushed red and he looked to the side with a small smile, “There are two people I love more than anything, Mina. But yes, I suppose it is rather hard to resist his sad face.” Jonathan turned his head down to the journal. “Alright, Quincey, let’s begin. ‘Left Munich at 8:35 P.M., on 1st May…”

Jonathan is NOT trapped in a time loop Jonathan is trapped with a toddler who keeps asking him to tell about the time mama and dada killed a vampire with his uncles (and aunt).

[jaken1fan]

Bite of Destiny

vampire!raegen x human!femalereader

Enemies to lovers (in a sense)

In the bustling city of Yishun, there sits a sexy tall dracula, Raegen Wong. The cold wind touches his chest as he slowly unbottons his shirt. He sighs. The view from his castle never fails to calm his frozen heart. He looks down onto his 8-pack and says “I may be dracula, but i thank god everyday for blessing me with this sexy face and-“. “AHHHH” “WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT MAMA”. Being the sexy beast he is, he jumped down from his high balcony and landed on both his feet. “Fuck these bitches be screaming about? It better be over me”. Raegen, being the nosy bitch he is, searched for where the scream might be coming from.

On the cold concrete floor, y/n was found laying on the floor, who seems to be in pain. Raegen felt little to no pity towards her. “What a low life loser”. As he was about to walk away, he felt someone pushing him by the shoulder. Ah. His arch nemesis, Lance Stroll. “What the fuck you stupid piece of shit how obsessed are you?? Leave me alone”, said Raegen. Usually, Stroll would give him a reply, through a punch on the face or a kick to the balls, but however this time, it was different. It seemed that Stroll had his focus on that girl on the floor. Raegen felt rather offended that Stroll paid no attention to him. Using his incredible skill of reading the room, he realised that his arch nemesis was actually after the girl, to kill her. Being a bitch that Raegen is, he grabbed Stroll’s shoulder and slammed him to the ground, quickly carrying the girl while unintentionally saving her.

As he entered the castle, with the lifeless body of y/n, he demanded his servant to prepare a room for the girl to now live in.

Weeks past, y/n was never allowed outside the castle. Why? Oh just for the satisfaction from knowing that Stroll could never get to her. Y/n being the annoying bitch she is, threw fits and tantrums over not being let out, like a pet begging to be let out for a walk. Raegen was barely in the castle, most of the time away for business purposes (he says). Little did she know, ever since he shared a kiss with her, he felt out of his mind. The kiss they shared was all on y/n. As soon as their lips touched, he threw her to the floor. “What the fuck is wrong with you???”. “I- it- was just a thank you.. from me- s-so-sorry”. “YOURE FUCKING SICK” He shouted as he slammed the door in her face.

Y/n felt lonely and miserable being locked up, away from her family and friends, she was more than willing to do anything just for her life to go back to normal. She begged and begged Raegen to do something. It was to no surprise that Raegen had the shortest temper, he obviously gave in to her. But the only solution in ensuring she doesnt die in Stroll’s hand was for her to turn into a vampire.

Y/n hesitated. But eventually gave in. Raegen slowly approached her, almost embracing her in his arms, the scent of her nape controlled him. He lost control, kissing her nape, never once biting it until he felt her tense up. He slowly let his fangs penetrate into her, ensuring he had a hold of her so that she doesnt fall to her knees.

Ever since the bite, y/n has never once woken up.

[sepublic]

...Y’know, this latest update has made it rather clear that... For as much as our protagonists can fall to simple human error, that in some part the story is motivated by their well-meaning mistakes and lapses of judgment; Even if they were to do everything right, there’s only so much they can do against Dracula’s insistent, persistent brute force. The raw strength of his supernatural power. Lucy can cover herself in garlic flowers, but Dracula can simply bust through the entire damn window as a fucking wolf and kill her mom with the sheer shock of his jumpscare.

There was only so much they could do but by the end of the day, it’s clear to the reader that this is Dracula’s fault, Dracula the aggressor and predator that’s causing all this; And they’re all just victims faring against him. They can guess and predict and plan, but as Mike Tyson says, everyone has a plan until they get punched in the face. In the end, they’re up against an unpredictable monster who will find a way, and they can only do their best.

Goodbye, Mrs. Westenra. For all your issues, at least you did this last good thing for Lucy when beforehand you refused to. And I can’t be too mad at her for removing the wreath, since it seems she hoped to ward Dracula away with it directly like a cross; And likewise, Lucy HAD to lay flowers for her dead mom. And even if she hadn’t, again, there’s only so much you can do when a vampire just barges in regardless. This isn’t Lucy’s failure, just Dracula’s sick and twisted triumph. In the end it didn’t even matter, they could’ve done everything right or wrong and it would’ve ended the same, and isn’t that inevitability nihilistically terrifying? At best they can deter and discourage Dracula, but never stop him if he’s made up his mind.

[hauntedwitch04]

Ghosty blanket

🎃Halloween party🎃  

Tasm!Peter Parker x reader

Words: about 0.7k words

Warning: none, just pure and lovely fluff with our Pete, and a bit of heart attack for the reader 

Author’s note: So this is for the 7th but how I already said yesterday I felt like shit and I couldn’t post. Today I won’t post the one for the 8th ‘cause I have to go out and see some friends and I don’t have time probably to post it. Btw hope you like it!

✒️:    "You saw the ghost, too." "Love...it was a fucking bedsheet."

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The cold October air caresses your face as you wait patiently for your boyfriend on the roof of your building. You have known for almost a year now that Peter is Spider-Man, given one night, after only six months of being together, he showed up injured in front of your bedroom window in his suit, asking you for help. 

For the past few months you have made a habit of seeing each other at night after he has made his rounds in the neighborhood, to check that all is well, on the roof of your building. Even if andesso it starts to get a little colder you would not replace this moment with anything else: you love spending time with Peter up here, away from everyone and everything, without worry, as you watch the moon rise in the sky over Queens. 

As you stand there looking around, spying on their lives of others through their windows, you hear a dry thud behind you. Immediately you turn around already knowing who you would see. 

"Hey Pete!" You say as you get up, walking toward him with open arms. He still approaches with his suit on and his face covered by his mask, but his arms mimic yours. You hug very tightly, before he removes the mask over his face. His beautiful smile finally returns as his eyes look intently at my face before he kisses me. 

Our mouths dance to music only we know until we are breathless. Once we part, my breath fails me a second time, but this time from fear. 

"What was that?" You say frightened under your breath. He immediately becomes alert, turns around and makes sure you are protected behind him as he checks the whole area. 

"What did you see?" Peter asks in a serious tone. 

"You're going to think I'm crazy, but I saw...a ghost, it was definitely a ghost, or something that looked like one." 

"Honey, we have to stop watching horror movies in the middle of the night because we can't sleep." He says half laughing as you punch him lightly between his shoulder blades. 

"Yeah yeah, you can make fun of me all you want for this, but can you go check it out? I know it sounds silly to you, but it would make me feel a lot better." You whisper the last part, pressing yourself against his back. He looks at you and leaves a kiss on your forehead before answering you. 

"Of course I'll go check, just stay here and try not to get kidnapped by Dracula in the meantime." 

You give him another little slap before he turns away and walks over to where you saw the ghost. What seems like hours but is actually a few seconds pass before a scream from the boy rips through the air. 

"Oh my God Peter, are you all right? Did you see the ghost too? Damn I shouldn't have let you go alone!" You yell back as you walk toward him. 

You see him lying on the ground laughing, holding in his hands a white children's blanket with a stylized ghost on it. 

"Love...it was a fucking bedsheet." He says, as he gets up still laughing at your fear. 

"You're an asshole Peter Parker." You say angrily, as you cross your arms over your chest, even though you too are smiling at the stupid scene that just took place. 

"And you love me for it too." He says, hugging you, and resting the blanket on your shoulders. 

"Unfortunately for me, yes, but you don't have to take advantage of it." You respond by closing your arms around him again. 

You stay for hours more on the roof of the building before entering the apartment, as you talk about this and that and look at the city from above kept warm by that blanket that had so frightened you.

[nfcv-saltmine]

I don't want to spoil your fun, but seriously? THIS is your favorite screenshot of the show? THIS is the big moment that makes you like their dynamic? It says a lot. Sorry but I'm going to be mean. It's nothing personal, I just so happen to have a very different opinion from yours.

Let me re-contextualize: Trevor just told Sypha and Alucard his tragic backstory. How he was a kid when his family got killed by the very people they were trying to protect. He spent his entire life after that, alone. No one to help him survive. He had to do it all himself, and due to this extremely difficult life, he became a rude alcoholic. But a rude alcoholic who still ended up going out of his way to help people. He doesn't know Sypha nor Alucard, and yet, he still brings them to the ruins of his childhood home, a place you can guess he doesn't visit often! And he leads them to his family's most precious secret. Centuries worth of knowledge and artefacts. This is an ENORMOUS deal. He's ready to go as far as expose his own vulnerability and risk to compromise what is left of his family's legacy, for the sake of saving people.

And what is the first thing Alucard does?

This. He insults Trevor's entire lineage. He insults his dead family to his fucking face. He sees the treasures accumulated and used to save innocents for centuries, wich was hidden behind a magic seal because of how precious it is... and he shits on it. KNOWING how damaged Trevor is after losing the same fucking family he is insulting with no remorse. And it's supposed to be quirky and funny because Alucard is Traumatized? TREVOR IS TOO. And do I have to remind everyone that Alucard himself commented on "having more of a childhood than him"? He knows what he's doing.

And the worst part is: Trevor is being incredibly calm here. He doesn't throw a punch, he doesn't scream, he just whispers to Alucard to shut up after he has been nothing but condescending to his whole bloodline, which honestly must be pretty triggering to Trevor so kudos to him for not getting more violent! But the MOMENT he stands up for himself because Alucard just can't stop spitting on him and everyone he ever loved and everything he and his family ever worked on, Sypha stops him. Trevor is shown to be in the wrong. Trevor is the one who needs to grow up and ignore his bully. He needs to be the better man. Friendly reminder that the worst thing Trevor did to Alucard was joking about Dracula teaching bloodletting to Lisa.

And that's not all! After Trevor did all this for the sake of saving the world, Alucard dares to call him, behind his back, "unreliable". AND HE ADDS MORE TO IT by calling him "emotionnally damaged" as well, because apparently that's something he should be ashamed of! Ah, but yes, it's actually funny because you see, he too is emotionnally damaged and probably projecting and scared and doesn't know how to deal with his own trauma... well I don't give a single shit because the cunt never once apologizes. We don't see him, at the end of the show, telling Trevor "btw I'm glad you're alive and so sorry for being a cunt to you back then", no. We don't see him express one bit of regret for his past behavior. In fact, not only does he make the handmade dolls of his "friends" say awful shit that shows how he's really seeing them, but he also look at himself in the mirror one day, see how dirty he is... and immediately compares himself to Trevor, showing us one more time what he thinks of his "friend".

And the term "friend" is way too big for whatever the trio has going on. The whole show severely lacks scenes of them actually bonding. We're offered a dynamic, and we're just supposed to go with it and accept that they are friends now, when they don't spend ONE moment actually growing closer as a group. It's worse, actually - we see them curse at each other and shittalk to each other... and THAT is what we're meant to see as bonding! The "eat shit and die" is a perfect example of that because Alucard and Trevor are still strangers to each other, yet they laugh at them cursing at each other as you would with your bestie. Except it works with your bestie, because you know each other very well. They don't. They did not earn that laugh. But it did establish very well that we were going to get fed an hostile dynamic between them and that we are just supposed to believe they are friends now. Despite not having any scene showing us that hey, they actually work together! They can talk nicely to each other sometimes! They care about each other! They respect each other!

And we're supposed to believe they are super important to each other? Please explain to me when, between the moment Alucard started to call Trevor's family "mentally ill hoarders", and the moment they killed Dracula, did they suddenly grow so close Trevor would give the man who has been insulting his entire legacy, said legacy?? (Especially if you think they spent two weeks being annoyed at each other.) It can be funny to see characters have banter and being overall nuisances to each other (granted character A doesn't literally shit on Character's B dead relatives!)... But unless they are supposed to be foes, you need to balance it with actual bonding moments. With actual moments of them being good to each other, to show they care. NFCV doesn't do that. And I can't for the life of me comprehend HOW are we supposed to be super happy and hyped for their reunion in s4, when it wasn't earned one bit! It was the OPPOSITE of earned! (The Arikado + Trevor reunion in Grimoire of Souls was way more impactful and heartwarming)

This is it, my favorite screenshot in the whole show.

It perfectly encapsulates their entire dynamic as a trio in the early seasons.

Sypha, she's just so sick of everybody's shit. They haven't been a group for more than two weeks at this point, and yet all she's heard from the boys are death threats and insults with a side of sarcasm. She has kicked one or both of them out of the wagon on more than one occasion.

Trevor, he's specifically sick of Alucard's shit. He's used to being the one who gives everyone else the shit. How the turn tables.

Alucard, he's learning what trauma is, and he's not taking it well. Better to entertain himself by giving Trevor record breaking amounts of shit than to reflect on his own suffering in any way, at least until the war is over.